Chapter 95

Evelyn Sullivan shook her head lightly, her fingers absently tracing the rim of her teacup.

"Once his legs are healed, we'll be even. There's no need for him to know who I am."

She had originally planned to take Ethan Sullivan back to her master's residence, but their recent tension made her reconsider.

Dr. Evan frowned and set his cup down with a sharp clink.

"You nearly died searching for that herb. He should at least know the truth!"

"And what would that change?" A cold smile touched her lips. "I want a clean break, not his guilt."

"You're impossible." He exhaled in frustration. "I've never met anyone as stubborn as you."

Evelyn deftly shifted the conversation to recent fluctuations in the herb market.

Meanwhile, in a private dining room across the restaurant, Isabella Jackson poured wine for Director Lott with practiced charm.

Beside her, Lily White sat stiffly, her manicured fingers clutching her skirt.

"Director, Lily may lack experience, but she's a fast learner." Isabella slid a resume across the table with a polished smile.

Director Lott studied Lily before speaking.

"Perform a scene for me."

Twenty minutes later, the role of the palace maid in Eternal Legacy was secured.

Lily's eyes shimmered with grateful tears as she bowed repeatedly.

On their way out, Tyler Lott suddenly grabbed Isabella's sleeve.

"Isabella, look! That woman over there could be your twin!"

Her gaze followed his pointing finger—and froze.

Across the room, Evelyn laughed with an unfamiliar man, utterly at ease.

Isabella's lips curled.

"Must be a coincidence." She feigned surprise. "Oh no, I left my keys inside. You two go ahead."

The moment they disappeared, she snapped a photo and sent it to Ethan.

[Ethan, your wife is on a date with another man.]

Her phone buzzed instantly.

Reading his reply, she smirked and strode out, satisfaction gleaming in her eyes.

When Evelyn pushed open the villa door that night, she met Ethan's glacial stare.

"Where were you?" His voice was razor-sharp.

"Dinner with a friend." She shrugged off her coat, indifferent.

"A male friend?" He surged to his feet, his shadow engulfing her. "We're still married!"

Evelyn's pupils contracted.

"You had me followed?"

"Guilty conscience?" His knuckles whitened. "Or is he the reason you're so eager for a divorce?"